Minutes' plot features a kicky '80s-comedy hook (criminals strap a bomb to a slacker's chest and make him rob a bank for them), but it's dulled into a dumb, generic crime comedy featuring typecast actors doing their shtick one more time, with no feeling. Aziz Ansari plays a toned-down version of Tom Haverford from Parks and Recreation, only without the clever lines of the TV show. Danny McBride leans into his Southern-fried narcissistic doltishness for the 15th role in a row (I counted). Nick Swardson is the kinda-amusing sidekick. Besides a fairly tense robbery scene, it's a forgettable mess. You'll laugh once or twice, but the boring crap you'll have to sit through to get those laughs simply isn't worth it. (For example, there are a whole lot of gay panic jokes, because one guy giving another guy a blowjob is apparently the funniest thing anyone has ever heard, ever.) I can think of no good reason why, in this summer of strong R-rated comedies like Bridesmaids and Horrible Bosses, this kind of shit should be rewarded by moviegoers. I'll give you the same advice I wish I could've given Jesse Eisenberg when he agreed to do this movie as his Social Network follow-up: Wait for something better to come along. (PAUL CONSTANT)